The bathroom is spacious, with dry and wet areas separated and a reasonable structure.
After Cheng Zhi looked around, he sighed in his heart, saying that being a mentor is great.
The bathroom was larger than half his dorm room.
Cheng Zhi sighed, hung up the clothes Song Baiyi gave him, took off his clothes, and turned on the shower switch to the left.
In less than a moment, the bathroom was filled with steam. Cheng Zhi wiped his face, lifted up the hair that was blocking his view, and reached for the shower gel.
As Song Baiyi said, the shower gel and shampoo are labeled for easy identification.
Cheng Zhi subconsciously smelled them, and none of them was similar to the scent on Song Baiyi.
The shampoo smells like candied tangerine, and the shower gel smells like sweet orange, both are very refreshing and clean fruity scents.
After Cheng Zhi had appreciated every flavor, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Song Baiyi, are you obsessed with the smell of fruit?
But he rarely smelled these scents on Song Baiyi...
The scent he usually smelled on Song Baiyi was a woody fragrance that was much more stable and mature than this one.
Cheng Zhi really liked that smell and originally wanted to use the shower gel to feel what that smell felt like on his body.
But it seems that there is no such opportunity now.
He sighed, squeezed some into his hands and began to rub his hair.
Because they were in someone else's bathroom, and it was getting late, Song Baiyi hadn't taken a shower yet. So Cheng Zhi sped up his pace and finished his shower in less than ten minutes, and also washed his hair.
As soon as the water was turned off, Cheng Zhi shook his head.
Just as he was about to wipe his hands with a towel, he reached into the clothes Song Baiyi gave him.
After searching for a long time, Cheng Zhi still couldn't find the bath towel.
Suddenly, he remembered that Song Baiyi had not given him anything other than clean clothes.
“…”
The clothes he was going to wear later belonged to Song Baiyi. Cheng Zhi felt embarrassed to put them on without drying his body, as it would be bad if a large area of him got wet.
Thinking of this, Cheng Zhi walked over nervously and knocked on the bathroom door.
"Teacher Song, are you busy?"
At this time, Song Baiyi was leaning on the sofa, admiring the bow tie Cheng Zhi had tied for him while arguing with Tang Rong.
"Will such a minor injury prevent you from working? It's just a scratch on your finger. If you don't know better, you would think it's broken."
"Yes, I do."
"Why would a grown man like you tie a bow on your finger? How can you tie a bow on yourself with one hand?"
"Someone else helped me."
"Don't you think it's cute?"
“…”
"Are you going to handle work tonight?"
Song Baiyi frowned at what Tang Rong said.
It was too late today, and Cheng Zhi wanted to rest here, so he was afraid that turning on the computer late at night would disturb Cheng Zhi's rest.
He was about to refuse when he heard a knock on the bathroom door.
Song Baiyi was shocked, and in order to save time, he pressed the voice button and sent a voice message to Tang Rong.
On the other side, Tang Rong was about to continue asking Song Baiyi when he suddenly saw a voice message from Song Baiyi that had never happened before.
Tang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly and clicked on the voice message sent by Song Boyi.
"I have something else to do here. Please help me postpone the work to tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work."
The content of the voice was normal, and the voice was no different from Song Baiyi's own. The only thing that was not consistent was the very light sound of his back.
The voice inside sounded familiar to Tang Rong.
"Teacher Song, I think you didn't give me a bath towel just now. Could you please get it for me?"
Tang Rong:?
He was so scared that he quickly woke up Song Baiyi's public relations team and bought tickets to the training camp early the next morning.
After hearing Cheng Zhi's words, Song Baiyi remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to get him a bath towel.
Song Baiyi strode into his room and took out a brand new bath towel from the closet and prepared to give it to Cheng Zhi.
In the bathroom, because Cheng Zhi hadn't wiped off the water yet, and the water temperature was not high and the shower time was short, the water vapor had almost dissipated.
A chill came over him, and Cheng Zhizheng sneezed while leaning against the door.
He waited for a while before he heard Song Baiyi knocking on the door.
"Open the door, I've got you a towel."
As if waiting for a savior, Cheng Zhi quickly opened the bathroom door and reached out to grab the bath towel that Song Baiyi handed him.
Then Song Baiyi saw a section of Cheng Zhi's white arm stretched out from the gap in the door.
Because he had just taken a shower, there were still some water droplets on Cheng Zhi's hands, and even his fingernails and joints were a faint pink.
When Song Baiyi thought of Cheng Zhi who was naked and only separated from him by a wall, his eyes darkened, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and then silently stuffed the bath towel into Cheng Zhi's hand.
After feeling the unique furry feeling of the bath towel, Cheng Zhi hummed, "Thank you, Teacher Song."
After saying that, Song Baiyi looked at the fair and beautiful forearm and the bath towel being taken inside by Cheng Zhi.
Song Baiyi took a deep breath and hummed, "Hurry up and dry it, don't catch a cold."
After saying that, Song Baiyi sat back on the sofa, holding his phone in his hand, with the chat interface with Tang Rong still on it.
But he couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
Because now, no matter whether he opened his eyes or closed them, Cheng Zhi's white forearm and pink fingertips would appear in his mind.
Song Baiyi was a little upset now. After he heard the sound of Li Chengzhi getting dressed in the bathroom, he couldn't calm down.
Thinking of this, he exited the chat interface with Tang Rong, then opened a random browser and typed in the search bar.
"How can I stay calm in front of the person I like?"
The network was very fast, and the answer interface popped up in less than a second.
Song Baiyi clicked on the answer with the highest number of likes.
The first sentence that caught my eye was: "First of all, we must understand one thing: the person you like may not be the right one for you."
After reading the first sentence, Song Baiyi gave this answer a thumbs-down without hesitation. Then he turned off the screen of his phone and threw it into the corner of the sofa.
He doesn't need the browser to tell him whether this is appropriate or not.
Just when Song Baiyi hadn't recovered from the browser's answer, he suddenly heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.
He looked up and saw Cheng Zhi coming out of the bathroom after changing his clothes and holding a bath towel.
The pajamas were bought exactly according to Song Baiyi's size, so they didn't fit Cheng Zhi well.
When putting on Song Baiyi's clothes, Cheng Zhi looked smaller.
Because no matter whether it is the length of the clothes or the length of the sleeves, they are all longer than Cheng Zhi himself.
The pajamas hung down, just reaching Cheng Zhi's thighs. Although Cheng Zhi's legs were quite long, compared with Song Baiyi's legs, the pajamas looked a lot longer on him.
As a result, there was some cloth piled up at Cheng Zhi's ankles, making him look a little disheveled.
Song Baiyi's shoulders were also much wider than Cheng Zhi's. Cheng Zhi couldn't support his clothes, so a large area of skin was exposed at the neckline.
Cheng Zhi had thin skin, and because he had just taken a shower, his whole body was slightly pink. The skin from his neck to his chest was already delicate, and the white and pink skin on his collarbone was a bit unbearable for Song Baiyi when he saw it.
Because he had just washed his hair and had not had time to dry it, Cheng Zhi's hair was all limp and drooping on his head.
Water was still dripping from the ends of her hair in a few places, and soon it had soaked her shoulders and back of pajamas.
Cheng Zhi yawned while holding the bath towel Song Baiyi gave him, then asked Song Baiyi with narrowed eyes.
"Teacher Song, do you have a hair dryer? If you do, can you lend it to me?"
Song Baiyi took a deep breath as he looked at Cheng Zhi who had just finished taking a shower, and quickly walked to him. Then he snatched the towel from his hand and covered Cheng Zhi's head with it without saying a word.
Song Baiyi gently wiped Cheng Zhi's hair through a bath towel while questioning him with a frown.
"Why did you come out without wiping your hair? What if you catch a cold?"
The tone was very gentle, not at all blaming, but more like coaxing.
Hearing Song Baiyi's words, Cheng Zhi groaned in confusion and explained to him: "I was planning to come out and borrow your hair dryer... I won't do that next time."
Song Baiyi couldn't do anything about him. After sighing helplessly, he continued to help Cheng Zhi wipe his hair resignedly.
Cheng Zhi's hair was rubbed repeatedly by Song Baiyi. He lowered his head obediently in front of the bathroom door, still letting Song Baiyi's hands move.
He was now half-hugged in Song Baiyi's arms, and the two were very close. Cheng Zhi once again smelled the woody fragrance on Song Baiyi's body as he wished, which made him feel at ease.
Cheng Zhi couldn't help but move closer to Song Baiyi's neck and sniff it a few more times.
Song Baiyi was concentrating on helping him wipe his hair when he suddenly felt Cheng Zhi tilt his head slightly and move closer to his neck, with his shoulders moving slightly along with the movement of his head.
Song Baiyi quickly realized what Cheng Zhi was doing. He suppressed his laughter and asked, "Are you Kitten?"
Cheng Zhi, who didn't understand what Song Baiyi was saying for a while, raised his head, and this angle happened to make eye contact with Song Baiyi.
"Hmm? What?"
When Song Baiyi saw Cheng Zhi tilting his head slightly and looking at him with a bit of confusion in his eyes, he couldn't help but increase the strength of rubbing his hair.
"nothing."
Cheng Zhi continued to ask, and suddenly he felt his nose itchy. Then he quickly tilted his head, turned around and sneezed with his back to Song Baiyi.
Song Baiyi still held the bath towel in his hand. He frowned slightly as he watched Cheng Zhi's actions. "Do you have a cold?"
"No, it's just that my nose is a little itchy..." Just after he finished speaking, Cheng Zhi sneezed twice in succession, which was very appropriate.
“…”
The scene was very embarrassing for a while.
Song Baiyi turned around without saying a word, put the towel away, went to the closet and took out a coat for Cheng Zhi to put on. He then pulled him to the sofa, took out a hair dryer and plugged it in.
Cheng Zhi wrapped himself in the coat that Song Baiyi had just put on him, rubbed his half-dry hair, and watched the movements of Song Baiyi's hands.
Seeing that Song Baiyi had plugged in the hair dryer, Cheng Zhi was about to pick it up when he was stopped by Song Baiyi.
"Just sit still and I'll blow it for you."
When Cheng Zhi heard this, he was shocked and quickly refused: "No, Teacher Song, your hand is injured, I will do it."
After saying that, he leaned over and tried to snatch the hair dryer from Song Baiyi.
The two people were sitting side by side. The hair dryer in Song Baiyi's hand was a little far away from Cheng Zhi, which forced Cheng Zhi to kneel on the sofa with most of his body leaning towards Song Baiyi.
He supported himself on the sofa with one hand and reached for the hair dryer in Song Baiyi's hand with the other hand. Unconsciously, Cheng Zhi almost leaned his entire body in Song Baiyi's arms.
Because Song Baiyi deliberately held the hair dryer high with one hand, Cheng Zhi had to move closer to Song Baiyi's body.
Song Baiyi felt Cheng Zhi's warm body getting closer and closer to him, with only a few layers of clothes separating their skin.
The original pajamas were quite thin. If he hadn't just put a coat on Cheng Zhi, it would probably be no different from close contact now.
Cheng Zhi had just finished taking a shower, and now his body was full of the smell of the shower gel that Song Baiyi usually used.
Because he couldn't reach the hair dryer, Cheng Zhi made a lot of small movements with his hands. At this moment, he was scratching Song Baiyi's wrist from time to time, and rubbing against Song Baiyi's arms without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
After Song Baiyi felt the subtle changes in his body, he slowly lowered his eyes. He held the hair dryer in one hand and covered Cheng Zhi's head with the other hand, then leaned close to Cheng Zhi's ear and spoke softly.
"If you want to rest early today, you'd better stop moving around."
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The author has something to say:
The two chapters on 520 and 521 seem to be too sweet (covering face and laughing)
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